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A gerudian life

Chapter 1

"Captain Ren, Nabooru wishes to be graced by your presence," a Gerudo announced to me.

"I will see her immediately, thank you," I respond politely. She bowed and went back to her duties. Why must she have such formalities? I know I'm Nabooru's daughter, but still, we're both Gerudos.

I guess I should explain a little about us. We're a group of females, and we call ourselves the Gerudo Pirates. We live in Gerudo Desert, Hyrule. My mother is the leader and I have no idea who my father is for Gerudos only copulate and then retreat without further means of a relationship. We are a strictly an all-female tribe, well, the only exemption is a male born every 1,000 years, but that's a story for another time—back to the summoning of me to my mother.

"Come in," a cooing from behind the door sounds. I step in quietly and close the door behind.

"Hello, Mother." I hate calling her that, why can't I just call her Nabooru for a change, rather than further dividing me from our people.

"Let's cut the crap and get to the point—," Ah mother, always so kind. "You need to make a trip to Hyrule Castle for this message, make sure it gets to the king, it iscrucial."

"If I must," I say this as if it was some disgusting chore; if I approached the matter with enthusiasm she would give it to another captain in spite of them being calm and collective over the rambunctious animated high spirits. The truth is, I was dying of excitement on the inside.

A gerudian life

Chapter 2

I was prepared and excited. I got to go to Hyrule Castle! The night was a beautiful time for travel. Any night really would have been wonderful. Be it humid and hot or dry and cold, the skies were always clear and free of clouds allowing a perfect view of the stars.

The stars shine brightly on the path I blaze. I love everything about it. As I walk further, the sand beneath my feet grows into lavish green blades of grass, the flat lands grow round and little specks of what I suspect to be trees appear on the horizon.

The smell of the land even changes. The desert has more of a dusty-sandy smell, very dry as well. The air is sharp and meant for only those who can endure extreme heat. This place, the field of Hyrule, it has a much more crisp and clean aroma to it. Strong earthy smells tickle my nose and every so often I see a beautiful bird. Life is beautiful in these parts. I smile and release a small laugh as I see one of the birds sit in its nest and feed its small chicks.

I halt my walking. I hold my stomach as a loud gurgle sounds from it. In the excitement of the quest, I seemed to have forgotten to bring food. My stupidity makes me palm my face. My legs hurt and my back is calling for sleep. I'm not even half way to the castle, yet I have been traveling all night.

"No! Wait Epona, c'mon it was an accident! I'm serious—ugh!" I hear a voice call out with a thud. It is strange, it is like mine, only deeper.

I hear a horse's neigh and then loud, thundering hooves on the ground. I turn to the source of the noise and see a horse barreling towards me. Acting on impulse I jump to my left, dodging the horse just in time.

"Jeez, Epona, it's not my fault you ate the cuckoos food and they attacked you," a strange looking person calls out to the horse as it races in a small circle.

"What are you?" I question, confusion settling in quick.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by 'what'?" the thing says, defence peaking in its voice, then a look of realization dons its face. "Oh, I get it, you're a Gerudo—never seen a handsome man such as myself before, eh?" he laughs with a sort of confidence oozing from his voice—perhaps him being cocky. Annoyance fuels me. This thing was beginning to get on my nerves—or should I say man.

He quickly picks up on my annoyance and tries to redeem himself. "I was only kidding…" He looks to his boots and then back at me. "What are you doing so far from the desert?" he asks trying to change the subject and rid the awkward silence that has engulfed us.

"Message for the king…" I narrow my eyes, not sure to trust him. I take a deep breath and roll my eyes as he keeps his locked on me for a better explanation. "I've been out here for hours," I say with a loud sigh rubbing my aching back.

"We're near a ranch," he points off in a random direction. I choose not to look. "They could let you rest there for the night… maybe even lend you a horse. It would make the trip much quicker," he says with furrowed eyebrows as if wondering how I could have missed the ranch. He then smiles with a slight laugh, "Hey, I could take you—if you like."

I shake my head rapidly. The last thing I need is some young man offering me help and having the Gerudos finding out. "No thanks," I say quickly, "I don't need a man's assistance."

"Oh c'mon," he chuckles, "I can tell you're lying."

I palm my face. I can tell this ridiculous excuse for a man is going to keep pestering me. I sigh and rub the back of my neck. On the other hand, if I don't tell the Gerudos I was aided by him, they would never know the difference. I nod and look to him, "Fine." He lets out a small, cheerful cheer making me glare at him. "How fast can you get us there?" I ask, trying to ignore his excitement.

"Before the mote falls, that's for sure," he nods as he mounts the large horse.

He holds his hand out to me and I ignore it. I grip the saddle behind him and pull myself up effortlessly. "You have to promise you won't tell anyone, understand," I growl in his ear. I can hear him swallow and then he nods. "We Gerudo don't take kindly to your sex." I watch as he brings the horse into a gallop. "My mother would kill me if she knew what I was doing…" I shake my head.

The young man shrugs slightly, "Is she the leader of something—"

I cut him off. "Yes," I say firmly, hoping he won't question me again.

"Oh, well how old are you?" he asked innocently as he veers the reigns so the horse lines up into a straight path to the castle.

I close my eyes to his voice and rub my temples. Some people seem to be made only to pester and annoy others; this person seems to be of that type. I am clearly not in the mood for a conversation—well, his conversation. I take a breath. "Seventeen," I manage through gritted teeth.

"I'm eighteen," he smiled turning his head to me. There is silence for the remainder of the ride. Every so often he charges the horse making me have to grip him awkwardly so I won't fall back. Each time he feels my hands grip his waist I can see him trying to hide a grin.

When the sun has risen and small puffy clouds plague the sky, he finally turns to me with a silly smirk. "We're here," he nods, jumping off the horse and holding his hand out to me for assistance. Now that I think of it, that silly gesture was the determining fact on how this journey was going to be. Had I not taken his hand and left his sight right then and there, perhaps none of this would have happened. Perhaps…

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